Luyện nghe bài hát (outro)

Bomb ass
Ma ooh you got that bomb, you got it
Ma ooh, you got some bomb ass
Ma I know you got that bomb pussy

(Whachu doin?) Nothing chillin at the In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring four of your
(What we do?) Feel on each other and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the begin

(Whachu doin?) chillin at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?) Me and my won't you bring four of your friends
(What we gon' do?) Feel on other and sip on some Hen
One thing to another let the party begin

call me upphone ringsaid it's a ho-tel party
Just bring the liquor there's eight shawties
I'm on my way (way) let me stop by the
Get a 12 pack of Corona, plus an of 'dro, ya know?
Now I'm on Highway 2-7 a natural graze road
I'm already blowed, hit third I'm a be be blowed mo'
Pulled up, stop parked, rims still
Valet look like he in the and must be winning
To 490 I'm headed, on my way up
There's three girls on the elevator "wassup"
I told em follow me knew I had it cracking B
One said "ain't you that boy be on BET?"
"Ya that's me, equipped wit much ding-a-ling"
Knock on the I'm on the scene of things
in, Henny bottle to the face
Fuck it then, feel like my head a toxic
There's some pretty in herre, I heard em whispering
Talking bout "that's that dude that sing 'Right he glistening"
I ain't come to (talk) I ain't come to sit (sit)
I came for was to find out who I'm gon hit, aww shit

(Whachu doin?) chillin at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring of your friends
(What we gon' do?) on each other and sip on some Hen
One thing to another let the party begin

Ma showed up like "what's the up?"
Man know what get them and roll up
I took a in the bathroom seeing what's poppin
You know what's on my mind, shirts off and dropping
Niggaz knocking on the drunk, and silly
The said "can I be in yo video" I'm like "yeah!", "oh really?"
Now she strip teasing, me I'm just cheesing
She gave me a to be a damn heathen
Handled that, told ol' G, tha camera
Then I thought about, no footage I ram her
Walked out the bathroom smiling, cats whiling
Sharing the next room wit some lookin like they from an island

(Whachu doin?) Nothing at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring four of your
(What we gon' do?) Feel on other and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the party

Stop, drop, KABOOM!, rub on ya nipples
Some call me Ludacris, some call me Mr.
Far from little, ya mammary glands giggle
Got 'em under control, the bowl of tender
Doc-tor giggles, I can't stop it tickles
Just a little "D" and I'll make ya mouth dribble
and Kibbles, got 'em all after the pickle
I swing it a bat, but these balls are not whiffle
Hit 'em in triples, wit no strikes, stripes, or
I ain't this good, since my wood lived off a thistle
some ripple, I got quarters, dimes, and nickels
For shizzle dizzle, I'm on a track with the Big Snoop
Let the trickle, down the beat, wit a ghetto tempo
I done blazed the instrumental, laid it and simple
Getting in the rental, I done did it again
My eyes chinky, I'm wit Chingy, at the In

(Whachu doin?) chillin at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?) Me and my won't you bring four of your friends
(What we gon' do?) Feel on each and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to let the party begin

Yeah, let the party begin,
Ching-a-ling Ling, all the way in St.
My Chingy, Disturbing Tha Peace
Luda, Luda, going hard on you
bitch, bring four of ya friends
Meet me at the In
a gang of that Hen, some DSOP
Oh wee, and light that sticky
And we do the damn thing
Now I'm talking bout
We disturb the peace right now
Yeah we ain't nothing but chillin
We chillin' and
what I'm talking bout, so push the button
You what's happenin', fa shizzle, uh huh
Yeah bitch, trying to run from pimpin'
You out run the pimpin' bitch, I done told you